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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.