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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Index,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.