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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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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.