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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.