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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.