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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Index,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.