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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.