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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.