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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.