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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Moebius,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.