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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.