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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.