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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Smog,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.