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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.