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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.