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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
AZ,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.