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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.