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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.