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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.