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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.