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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.