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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.