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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.