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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.