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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.