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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.