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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.