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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
PIL,
Little Man,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.