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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.