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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.