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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.