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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.