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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Nas,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.