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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.