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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.