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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Magma,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.