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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.