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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.