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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.