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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.