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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.