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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.