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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.