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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.