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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.