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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Television,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Roxette,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.