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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.