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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Index,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.