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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.