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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.