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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.