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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.