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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
UT,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.