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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.