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 United States and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.