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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.