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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.