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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.