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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.