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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.