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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Associates,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.