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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Lyres,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Technova,
New Order,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.