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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.