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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.