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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.