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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.