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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.