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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.