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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.