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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.