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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.