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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Japan,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.