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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Visage,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.