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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.