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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.