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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.