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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.