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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.