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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.