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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.