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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.