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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.