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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.