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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.