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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.