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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.