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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.