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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.