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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.