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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.