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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.