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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.