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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.