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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.