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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.