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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Move,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.