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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.