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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.