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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Can,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.