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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Slave,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.