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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
ABBA,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.