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 Singapore and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.