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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.