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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.