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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence 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 techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Gong,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.