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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.