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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.