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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.