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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.