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 France and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.