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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.