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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.