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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.