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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.