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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.