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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Television,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.