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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pole 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.