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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Wire,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
CMW,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.