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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.