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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.