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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.