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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.