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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.