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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.