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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.