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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.