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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.