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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.