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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.