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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Mars,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.