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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.