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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.