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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
JFA,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.