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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Index,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.