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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.