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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
This Heat,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.