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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.