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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.