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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.