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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.