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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.