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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.