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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.