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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.