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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Nico,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Yaz,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.