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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.