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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.