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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.