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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.