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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.