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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.