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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.