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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Television,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.