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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
10cc,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
X-101,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.