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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.