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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.