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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.