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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.