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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Can,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.