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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.