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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.