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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.