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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.