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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.