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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.