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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.