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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.