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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.