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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Saints to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.