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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.