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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.