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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Can,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.