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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.