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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.