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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.