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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.