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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.