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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Crime,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.