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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.