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 Burundi and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.