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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
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.