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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.