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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.