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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.