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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.