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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 ABC to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.