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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.