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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.