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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.