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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.