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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.