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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.