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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.