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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.