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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.