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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.