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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.