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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
MDC,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.