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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.