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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.