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 Laos 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Visage,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.