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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Simply Red,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.