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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.