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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.