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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
PIL,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.