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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.