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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.