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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.