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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.