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 Libya 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.