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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.