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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.