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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.