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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.