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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.