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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.