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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Monolake,
Crime,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.