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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.