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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.