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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.