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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.