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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.