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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.