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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.