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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.