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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.