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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.