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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.