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 China and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.