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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
UT,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.