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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.