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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.