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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.