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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Blancmange 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.