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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.