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 Angola and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
X-101,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.