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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.