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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.