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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.