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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.