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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.