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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.