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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.