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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.