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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.