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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.