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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.