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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.