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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Technova,
the Germs,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.