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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.