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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.