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 Palau and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.