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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.