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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.