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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.