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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Brick,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.