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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.