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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
UT,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.