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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.