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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.