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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.