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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.