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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.