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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.