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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.