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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.