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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Can,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.