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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Fear,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.