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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.