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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.