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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.