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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.