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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
MDC,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.