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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.