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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.