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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.