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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.