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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.