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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.