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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.