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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Ten City,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.