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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
10cc,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.