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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.