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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-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.