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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.