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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.