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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.