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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.