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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.