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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.