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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Japan,
Can,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.