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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.