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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.