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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.