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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Television,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.