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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.