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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.