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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.