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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.