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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.