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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Crime to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Wings,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.