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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.