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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.