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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.