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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.