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 New Zealand 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 Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.