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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.