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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.