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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.