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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.