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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.