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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.