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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.