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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.