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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.