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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.