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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mars,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.