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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.