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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.