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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.