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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.