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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.