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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.