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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.