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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.