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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Hoover,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.