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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.