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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
the Human League,
CMW,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.