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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.