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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.