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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Moebius,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.