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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.