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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Hoover,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.