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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Nas,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.