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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.