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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.