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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ossler 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.