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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.