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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.