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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.