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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Neu! 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
X-101,
Quantec,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.