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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.