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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
World's Most,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Faust,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.