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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Visage,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.