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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.