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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.