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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.