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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.