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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.