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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Scientists,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.