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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.