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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Standells,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.