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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.