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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.