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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.