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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.