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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.