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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.