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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.