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 Chad 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.