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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.