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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
ABC,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.