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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Scientists,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.