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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.