Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.