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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.