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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
the Human League,
Crime,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.