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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
cv313,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.