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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.