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 Seoul.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.