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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.