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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.