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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.