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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.