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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.