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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.