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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.