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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.