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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.