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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.