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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Liliput,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.