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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Visage,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.