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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.