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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.