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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.