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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.