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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.