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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.