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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.