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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.