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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.