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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
DNA,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.