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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.