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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.