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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.