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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.