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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Slave,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.