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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.