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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.