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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Slave,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.