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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.