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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Technova,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.