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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.