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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.