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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.