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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Nico,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.