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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.