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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.