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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Section 25,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.