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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Franke,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.