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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.