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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.