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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.