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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Smog,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.