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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.