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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.