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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Index,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.