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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.