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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 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 Smog to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.