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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Cameo,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.