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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.