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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 Lou Reed 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 Clear Light 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.