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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.