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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.