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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.