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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.