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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Names,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.