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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.