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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.