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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.