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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.