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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.