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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.