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 Norway 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
MC5,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.