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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.