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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Monks,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.