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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
ABC,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.