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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.