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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.