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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.