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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.