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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.