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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.