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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.