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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Move,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.