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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.