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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
X-102,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.