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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.