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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.