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 France and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Deakin,
Faust,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.