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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Interpol,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Monks,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.