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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Monolake,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.