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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.