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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.