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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.