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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.