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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
UT,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.