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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.