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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Scion,
MC5,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.