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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.