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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.