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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.