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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.