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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.