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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.