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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Enemy to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.