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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
PIL,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.