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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Index,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.