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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
PIL,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.