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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Sparks,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.