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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.