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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.