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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.