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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.