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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Martian to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.