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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
DNA,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.