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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.