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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Wings,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.