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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.