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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
the Association,
AZ,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.