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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.