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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Pole,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.