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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Gong,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.