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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.