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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.