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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.