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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.