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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Searchers,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.