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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Brick,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
EPMD,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.