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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.