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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.