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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.