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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.