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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.