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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.