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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.