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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.