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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.