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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.