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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.