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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.