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 Spain 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.