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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Nico,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.