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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.