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 Malta and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Kayak,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.