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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Faust,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Smog,
Shoche,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.