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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.