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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.