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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.