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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.