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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.