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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.